| Psychopathic
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| Twiztid & Blaze runnin' with the muthafuckin' hatchet
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| And only the three six can match it
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| So uhh. |
| tell me where’s it’s at.
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Whut.whut.whut?
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| I ain’t the type to ask questions
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| I’m the type of muthafucka ready to trip
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| On anyone for anything or for the fuck of it
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| We be the underground, we stay beneath
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| And sufficate hoes like you when y’all asleep
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| Now where it’s goin' down? |
| Right here right now
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| And everybody on the north, east, west and south
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| Y’all better get it up, y’all better represent this shit
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| Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze you can’t fuck with it
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| You know I ride with the tokah
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| Quick to make the pappah
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| Lift this 10 rollin' dirty police in the road block
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| Niggas have to swallow drugs
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| Niggas have to fake they mugs
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| Niggas put they cideron
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| Claimin' they fuckin' cella phone
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| All the time we mighta got it
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| Say they search us on a hella party
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| If you wanna crawl through this
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| We separate your soul and body
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| Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga
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| We ain’t gon' hope you figa
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| Where they gonna catch your hidden stash?
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| Or I’mma have to pull this trigga
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Represent until the day that I die for life boy
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| Now where it’s at?
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| Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug
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| Can’t see me on shit
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| Whatcha happen with banana clips
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| I’ve been dead, been back
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| Right in the dirty with the bury in a throw away hatch back
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| Bitch, where ya back sack?
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| But any minutes I’m tryna elevate
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| Never under estimate the carjack
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| I put jail on the map
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| Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze now go ask them where it’s at
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| I took a zane
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| I like to split bitches wigs
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| Splittin' to the right fuckin' keepin' up his kids
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| Take that nigga wife’s sight
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| Black you in the trunk
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| This so fuckin' ruff nigga
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| Gangsta Boo is crumped
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| What you niggas know about them calicos and blot
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| Shit they go pop nigga burnin' up your plot
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| Fuck them fuckin cops callin' I don’t giva fuck
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| Drag you in a mud muthafucka nigga whut?
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Represent until the day that I die for life boy
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| Play me ghetto on a nigga comin straight
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| Were back were back… hey
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| Fuckin' up the third word, can’t get can’t get sprayed
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| Niggas eyes wide shut
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| They never see me comin' into the back
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| But aces is just when I’m gunnin'
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| Jiggy jiggy jack jack will be rollin' mad car
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| Haters got me on scoop but they can’t get me that far
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| You gotta try and gotta run or try to head with starts
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| Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe
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| What you lookin' at?
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| I can call it from here
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| Been underground with the dirt in my eyes for many years
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| Do the math muthafucka, you can’t see the mix?
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| We don’t die, we mutiple with the triple 6
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| Mersalist territory worldwide
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| Ridin' down your bitchass block dumpin' drive bys
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| Blowin' up your haugh now
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| And leavin' you trapped in the rumble
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| Fuckin' with us is just trouble
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Represent until the day that I die for life boy
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| Gotta get it quiero
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| Drop the flower pierro pot on the plat premiero
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| Redrum I’m head up on the miero fuckin' with the devil
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| Quote, but they call me lord, copped out very paranoid
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| All g’s in the mode, triple 6 is in the vocal cord
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| Marijuana scores like a choice runnin' intercourse
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| You gonna feel the force of the triple 6 is always on
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| You don’t wanna play in here, if I was I’m dumpin' shells
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| Tie you to the rail, bitch I’ll make you a funky smell
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| From a gangsta’s a point of view
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| I’m asking you how does it feel
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| To have to will, to rather steal
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| And shoot it until you kill
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| Anybody Killa spinnin' twiztid with the three six
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| Where’s it goin' down?
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| I guess right here so where it’s at?
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| Runnin' with the hatchet
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| Phamtom swollin' in the back
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| We put it down for the psycho muthafuckas, I go around
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| Bumpin' underground everytime we slip into your town
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Represent until the day that I die for life boy
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
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| Now where it’s goin' down?
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| Now where it’s at homeboy?
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| Represent until the day that I die for life boy |